“I still have no choice but to bring out Minerva instead.” “But Minerva doesn’t care about men,” young Charlotte said helpfully. “She prefers dirt and rocks.” “It’s called geology,” Minerva said. “It’s a science.” “It’s certain spinsterhood, is what it… — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
“This explains so much," she said, clucking her tongue in mother-hen fashion. "You're compensating for this withered appendage." Withered appendage? What the devil was… — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
“You think a few features scattered on your face make you plain? I am ugly to the core. All England knows it. And after… — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
“I’d be more than happy to let you survey my physical perfection in its entirety. But only if I get to see you, too.”… — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
“Words for everyday showers of prettiness, and the kind of misty loveliness that disappears whenever you try to grasp it. Beauty that’s heralded by… — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
“ The captain? Sophia stood staring numbly after him. Had he just said he’d introduce her to the captain? Of someone else was the… — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
“Madeline stood before him in a gown of rich, emerald-green silk. The low-cut bodice did miraculous things for her bosom, and the vibrant color… — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
“And she was well-enough acquainted with loneliness to understand that the worst part wasn't having nobody caring for you - it was having nobody… — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
“He stood in the doorway to a side chamber, bared to the waist and dripping. He propped one shoulder against the doorway and clutched… — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
“And you claim to be feeling this way. Floatish. Singsong-ish. About me.” She sighed. “Yes.” “That’s absurd.” “I know, but I can’t seem to… — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
“No, of course she didn't say it. But there is no other reason she should have called, except to pave the way for her… — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
“And there it was. The prim face of censure he’d been seeking. A strange sense of satisfaction descended on him. Divine justice, perhaps. Other… — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
“Another sketch-this one of Gabriel-hung on the all above the water cask. It swiveled gently on a single tack; or rather, the paper hung… — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
